[Zombie meet one Trick or Treater. Not that he's accepted it entirely. Maybe it's a bit easier for Ward, given that the last thing he remembered was - well. Death but the shrieks and screams have filtered into background noise. The alleys feel like home.
Or maybe it's just because if he's not drinking he'd feel a lot better with a snickers bar (or the closest thing to it) in his mouth.
It's annoying. A grown ass man developing such a fondness for candy but given that his landlady's a zombie and the first thing she did was give him a sewing machine You're a trick or treater sweet pea. Accept it. You might feel better.
He falls in beside Herbert. In one bag he's got fabric - long black fabric - in the other he's got a bag of chocolate - things that he's chewing on. He's dead. Rot your teeth and gain 300 pounds why not?]
Zombie.
[This is the happiest he's been since coming here. Time to make sure his traditional skills are still in play even with these new urges.]
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Or maybe it's just because if he's not drinking he'd feel a lot better with a snickers bar (or the closest thing to it) in his mouth.
It's annoying. A grown ass man developing such a fondness for candy but given that his landlady's a zombie and the first thing she did was give him a sewing machine You're a trick or treater sweet pea. Accept it. You might feel better.
He falls in beside Herbert. In one bag he's got fabric - long black fabric - in the other he's got a bag of chocolate - things that he's chewing on. He's dead. Rot your teeth and gain 300 pounds why not?]
Zombie.
[This is the happiest he's been since coming here. Time to make sure his traditional skills are still in play even with these new urges.]
Am I right?